Monday, November 14, 2011

Love creeps
The hair up
Knot
The stomach
The gentleness of the move
The fantasy
Broken
By position's default
But still remains
At edge's text
Bitter ale
And a goodnight's smile

Beauty designed
Falters upon my double scotch
Where did we leave all the oysters and the fruits?
The rim of my hat
Remains
Observer absolue...